Oh, Christmas Tree

Ya know those days when things are not working out?

People say the wrong things to you...

Your hair looks awful and your belly doesn't fit in any pants (I mean, I am growing a tiny human in there)....

You have a final the next day that you haven't studied for....

14 kids and their parents are arriving soon and you haven't ordered the pizza?

Yep, yesterday was that day for me.

Until Dan said he was going to go get the Christmas tree.

And he picked this:

Nevermind the fact that there is a 2 inch space at the top that somehow didn't grow any branches. It's perfect.

But even more perfect with lights.

And, if it is possible, even more perfect with a not-so-colorful angel made by a sweet 3 (almost 4) year old.

He was so proud of that angel (but really? It probably took him 2 seconds to finish it because I'm pretty sure he skipped the markers and crayons altogether)

And Maria found her ballerina she got last year, which made her happy as a clam.

Yep...perfect.

And this face makes my horrible day okay: